Shut Up and Gallop

Chapter 1: Hi y'all

Hey Guys, so this is my first story... Yeah... Not much to say other than comment what you think of the first chapter 😘😊😋

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Hi, I'm Estelle, and I own the World Champion Sporting Pony, her name's Bella. She and I are best friends... and have been for the past 6 years. So what's so different about us to any other horse and human team you ask? Well, the unfortunate thing is that she can talk...I say unfortunate because she is the most stuck-up, self-righteous, ignorant, bitchiest being I have ever met. but you can't expect anything else from a famous horse, can you? Now, before you go saying 'but she's a sporting horse, why would she be a priss?' because all that fame has rushed to her head, and instead of a hella hollerin' hoonagin, she's a perfect, prissie pony... well that's what she thinks anyway... well I'm thinking the same as you... Definitely not what you expect from a sporting champ but... I'll stop talking about how weird she is and start talking about how she and I met.

It all started when I went to a rodeo with one of my best friends, Emily ( by the way, she owns Bella's 'crush', Jasper... well... Bella calls him 'ma Man' , but I doubt it...). By the time we got all the cotton candy out of our hair and all the chocolate sauce off our faces,It was about midday and we headed to the next event which was the buckin' broncos, which we hadn't seen since 8 years ago, so we actually wanted to go see those idiots break a few bones out of their chosen sport they'd practiced hard to win.

"Next rider will be number 18... Please pick your loco horse and make your way to the arena" the man at the loudspeaker said with a crisp American accent that made every fibre in your body tremble with joy.

Emily picked a couple of seats for her and I to sit on while I went to get more junk food to stuff our faces with... By the way it's very rare for us to have junk food so we aren't fat... But I digress. "THREE...TWO...ONE...GOOO!!!" the sudden rattle of rusty gate opening and hooves of hell broke loose! "LOOK AT NUMBER 18'S PSYCHO MARE... GOOD LUCK TO YA SON, 'CAUSE THAT LI'L FILLY AIN'T GONNA BE EASY TO STAY ON!"

That's when I saw her...